Merab: Don’t you dare. Don’t! I want you to listen to me, child. You need to turn around, and get yourself on home. Don’t you make me come out here and tell you again!

Ree: Jessup Dolly is dead. He’s lying in a crappy grave somewhere or become piles of shit in a hog pen. Maybe he’s been left out plain in the open, but wherever he is, he’s there dead.

Satterfield: And you know this how?

Ree: You must’ve heard what Dolly’s are, ain’t you, mister?

Satterfield: Well, I’ve heard what some are anyhow, and I have bonded a few.

Ree: I’m a Dolly, bred’n buttered, and that’s how I know Dad’s dead.

Satterfield: How old are you?

Ree: Seventeen.

Megan: What are we ever gonna do with you, baby girl?

Ree: Kill me, I guess.

Megan: That idea has been said already. Got any others?

Ree: Help me. Ain’t nobody said that idea yet, have they?

Megan: I tried to help you some before, and this is what come of it.

Teardrop: What Jessup done was against our ways, he knew it, I know it, and I ain’t raised no stink at all about whatever became of him. But she ain’t my brother. She’s about all the close family I got left, so I’ll be collecting her now and carrying her on out of here to home. That suit you, Thump?

Thump Milton: You’re gonna stand for her, are you?

Teardrop: If she does wrong, you can put it on me.

Thump Milton: She’s now yours to answer for.

Teardrop: This is a girl who ain’t gonna tell nobody nothing.

Ree: What I really can’t stand is how I feel so ashamed--for Dad.

Teardrop: Well, he loved y’all. That’s where he went weak. Lots of us can be tough, plenty tough enough, and do it for a long stretch, too.

Ree: But snitching.

Teardrop: For lots’n lots of years he wasn’t. He wasn’t, he wasn’t, and then one day he was.